The wise one
Just when I thought I had it all figured out,
along comes life and smacks me upside the head.
It's frustrating, this game.
You move to block,
Only to realize you left yourself open.
No bad feelings??
Sure it sounds good.
But at what cost??
I wish I could cry,
Not just have tears.
Any fool can do that.
I mean really cry.
The waterworks, the heartache,
The whole nine yards.
I can conjure tears.
I am after all a fool.
What else is there to be in this game??
But to cry. . .
Ah. . to cry.
Like the purifying rain.
Even nature can do it,
but me?? Nope.
I'm not good enough.
The price I pay.
I shouldn't mess with things. .
I don't understand.
Someday, I hope.
I will feel again.
It's a complicated process.
The healing has begun.
I hope the road is short.
He won't wait forever,
And neither will my heart.
Death is an Adventure
Death is an adventure
That is true enough
But I'd like to finish this one
Though it is tough
Life is full of sorrow and hate
Of this there is no doubt
But I am going to try
Im going to stick it out
The smallest happiness
The smallest joy
I beleive is worht it
Worth being a toy
I must admit
That in my world of sorrow
There are many joys
And will be more tomorrow
So death is an adventure
And that is OK
But life is also an adventrue
And life is mine today
Reality Sux
I try to be happy
I try to be upbeat
But in reality
I can not seem to meet
These standards that I set
So hard upon myself
I think that I shall let
The real world go to hell